To start my blogging off, I'm proud to announce I ate everything that my wonderful mother prepared for dinner this evening: chicken, rice, and cooked vegetables. Doesn't sound so bad, huh? Tsk, tsk, don't be so easily deceived, my friend.
Now, the first two were a no-brainer; baked chicken breast coated with spices and at last minute spread with marinara sauce and sprinkled with mozzarella cheese. Tasted like a visiting chicken from Italy mistakenly found itself in our new wave oven. Not so lucky for the chicken, but oh so lucky for us. It was perfectly cooked, the spices flowed together in unison - personally, I like a lot of cheese - but it was yummy never the less. Even though the rice was new, it wasn't that big a deal since I've had boxed "rice-aroni" (I think that's what it's called) before. Instead, this time it was cheese and garlic rice. What a perfect combination. But then came . . . the dreaded veggies.
Apparently, they were previously frozen and mom simply followed the direction on the bag or box or whatever container the things were stored in for - who knows - how many years they had been in our freezer. Honestly, on the outside, they didn't look that bad. Kind of like a stir fry without the meat. Colorful, and they smelled good. I thought for an ignorant second, "hey, this can't be so bad." I purposed on trying everything. So, if I could eat at least one of each vegetable, I'd be fine.
I stabbed a thin, yellow, and mushy square with my fork. Upon further examination, I found that it was a bell pepper. Hmm. I've had bell peppers before in my Thai food. Seasoned well, they really aren't that bad. Looking in the pot, I found that all the vegetables seemed to be coated in some brown-ish sauce. Maybe that sauce was tasty - spicy, or even sweet. It was possible. I took a longing glance at the drooping yellow thing at the end of my fork before popping it in my mouth. Nope. The brown stuff didn't have a strong taste or much of a taste at all. This disspointing fact was found as I quickly chewed the bitter, squishy, yet nonconforming slice in order to force it down as soon as possible. Phew, I was done. Next up: a string bean.
I don't think I've ever eaten string beans before. My parents weren't really into the whole "kids, eat your vegetables" act. Which is a good thing because if they were, I'd probably boycott vegetables even more than I do now. With this second taste test, I thought ahead and took a smaller bite. Actually, those weren't so horrible. Crunchy, with a slightly bitter-sweet taste. They were cleared from my plate the fastest.
There was a little white ball of a thing that I couldn't identify until I started chewing. Yeck. I never liked unions. Cooked carrots wasn't new, simply another reminder of what I didn't like. Now I was getting into a rhythm. I stuck a little cherry-looking tomato in my mouth.
The very second my teeth clamped down on it, it's as thought it screamed in horror, exploding into the most disgusting taste in the world. Utterly bitter, strong, and nasty juices flooded rapidly into my mouth. I almost threw every table etiquette book out the window in order to spit it out. But that would be unlady like. So I chewed. Chew, chew, chew, keep chewing, it's almost over. Okay, chew faster, faster. That's good enough. Swallowing in triumph, I sighed in relief. Phew. I think that'll do for one day of food venturing. Job well done, Rose. Time for dessert.
Now, the first two were a no-brainer; baked chicken breast coated with spices and at last minute spread with marinara sauce and sprinkled with mozzarella cheese. Tasted like a visiting chicken from Italy mistakenly found itself in our new wave oven. Not so lucky for the chicken, but oh so lucky for us. It was perfectly cooked, the spices flowed together in unison - personally, I like a lot of cheese - but it was yummy never the less. Even though the rice was new, it wasn't that big a deal since I've had boxed "rice-aroni" (I think that's what it's called) before. Instead, this time it was cheese and garlic rice. What a perfect combination. But then came . . . the dreaded veggies.
Apparently, they were previously frozen and mom simply followed the direction on the bag or box or whatever container the things were stored in for - who knows - how many years they had been in our freezer. Honestly, on the outside, they didn't look that bad. Kind of like a stir fry without the meat. Colorful, and they smelled good. I thought for an ignorant second, "hey, this can't be so bad." I purposed on trying everything. So, if I could eat at least one of each vegetable, I'd be fine.
I stabbed a thin, yellow, and mushy square with my fork. Upon further examination, I found that it was a bell pepper. Hmm. I've had bell peppers before in my Thai food. Seasoned well, they really aren't that bad. Looking in the pot, I found that all the vegetables seemed to be coated in some brown-ish sauce. Maybe that sauce was tasty - spicy, or even sweet. It was possible. I took a longing glance at the drooping yellow thing at the end of my fork before popping it in my mouth. Nope. The brown stuff didn't have a strong taste or much of a taste at all. This disspointing fact was found as I quickly chewed the bitter, squishy, yet nonconforming slice in order to force it down as soon as possible. Phew, I was done. Next up: a string bean.
I don't think I've ever eaten string beans before. My parents weren't really into the whole "kids, eat your vegetables" act. Which is a good thing because if they were, I'd probably boycott vegetables even more than I do now. With this second taste test, I thought ahead and took a smaller bite. Actually, those weren't so horrible. Crunchy, with a slightly bitter-sweet taste. They were cleared from my plate the fastest.
There was a little white ball of a thing that I couldn't identify until I started chewing. Yeck. I never liked unions. Cooked carrots wasn't new, simply another reminder of what I didn't like. Now I was getting into a rhythm. I stuck a little cherry-looking tomato in my mouth.
The very second my teeth clamped down on it, it's as thought it screamed in horror, exploding into the most disgusting taste in the world. Utterly bitter, strong, and nasty juices flooded rapidly into my mouth. I almost threw every table etiquette book out the window in order to spit it out. But that would be unlady like. So I chewed. Chew, chew, chew, keep chewing, it's almost over. Okay, chew faster, faster. That's good enough. Swallowing in triumph, I sighed in relief. Phew. I think that'll do for one day of food venturing. Job well done, Rose. Time for dessert.
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